Twin's Fate: Fawns' Birth
#1 of Twin's Fate
On the edge of the glittering blue green ocean, a city rose and spread out on the banks of twin rivers that led inland. The land was marshy and swampy when Hephestus had first started as a dozen muddy huts, but over time the water had been carefully drained and the earth reinforced to become solid. The huts had been replaced by white gleaming marble as surrounding villages began to rally to Hephestus for their defensible position and the scholars who had been able to improve their lives. The core of the city began to form streets and wide alleys as businesses were encouraged to begin and sell their wares. A great market formed up in the middle of the circled city center and Hephestus began to expand inch by inch, mile by mile.
They created a world of emperors who ruled with an eye to expansion and war as the city became more than simply a city, but an Empire. It's colors flew over every village and town within several dozen square miles and then within hundreds of miles. They created law and order, they created a unified religion and levied taxes to improve the state of their country. There was never a time of peace, but they gloried in seeing their flag flown on foreign shores. For the most part, the citizens were happy and content with their lives. The Hephestus Empire ensured that they would be well fed, housed and had a market for their wares. The introduction of aqueducts ensured there would always be fresh water and clean streets. There were few who felt discontent, especially the closer they came to the capital.
Marcus had never had any reason to find himself discontented with the way the country ran itself. The Senate and Emperor worked together to improve lives in general and held the welfare of their people above all. The muscled buck had worked his entire life in the swamp lands at the edge of the city and had perfected the art of plowing through the thickest portions of the swamp and clearing them of water to create fertile land. The marsh deer had lived his entire life on the same lands and only left them when he was hired out during the spring to other farms. He would die on these lands and felt no shame that he would aspire no higher than this. It was an honorable life, the same that his forefathers had led and one his fawns would lead.
The day was hot and muggy outside of the swamp, but within the safe confines of his modest holding it was cool enough. He had left the large trees that ringed the house so that they created a cooling shade beneath them. The rangy buck stopped in his work around the yard to stand up and look around the line of his property and towards the fence that had been carefully made from rocks he'd turned up deeper in the marsh. The trees used to be thick enough that he hadn't been able to see anything in the distance, but his neighbors, time and growth erased the sense of isolation. He could see Hephestus towering in the distance between gapes in the trees and the line of fencing that his neighbor had placed up just the year before. His world was not what it used to be, but it wasn't all bad.
"You are thinking too hard, Marcus." A warm amused voice broke through his thoughts before his wife stepped out of their modest home. "If you keep staring like that, you shall burn up the water and we shall have a poor harvest. Save it for the farms that have no wish to be in the swamp."
Marcus turned and a smile automatically curled the edges of his muzzle at the doe who nosed her way from the house. Lillia never failed to make his heart beat faster and pride swell in his chest. She was the most beautiful ash grey color with just hints of russet laying on her overcoat. Her eyes were dark liquid brown and her ears large and proud as they flicked up on her head. Her body was curved and softened, but muscled enough that he had the pride of knowing that she worked the farm just as hard as he did. It had been a hard rut and he had competed in the games recklessly for her, and in the end he had won. He had been able to defeat all comers and stand at her side proudly, she was his and always would be. He had never gotten over that pure adoration that he'd felt when they'd first stepped aside from the Games to come together.
Lillia seemed to sense his regard for her and she stepped out with her tail flickering along the curve of her haunches. The russet-grey of her coat turned to inky black at her hooves as if she were wearing stockings and only accentuated the long powerful appendages. The white beneath her belly called his attention to the line of her sleek body and even flashed the inside of her haunches. She was beautiful and paused to watch him with amusement written on her face as he studied her. He silently sent a prayer of thanks to the gods that he had been gifted with her and her alone. He stood up and slipped his palm beneath the curve of her chin and brought his head down to touch noses. The sweep of his antlers spread to either side of her head.
"You are beautiful, what other thoughts would I need to know?" He murmured softly as her forehooves nearly touched his legs. "I would not risk making our harvest a poor one, not when the great houses in Hephestus are so eager to buy our wares for their tables."
"I didn't think so, Marcus, we have been successful in our life together." Her tongue slipped out to trail against his cheek and bathed up against one of his ears.
It sent a thrill through him as he dropped to one knee to better be on his level, even a bit smaller than he was. The gods had been wise when they created their children. Jaspus and Cervinia had walked the world at the dawn of time to create it. Side by side the twins had proudly marked out where the earth should grow high and low. The doe would sweep her hooves through the earth to create lakes and rivers, while Jaspus would drive mountains before him with powerful sweeps of his antlers. They created the skies and sea, earth and moon. And when the world was created they breathed life onto it with a rush of breath and magic. It was there the twins had disagreed in how they wished their children to appear. Cervinia wished them to be natural and in tune with the world. What better than to run on four powerful hooves wild and free? Jaspus wished his children to be clever and quick, to invent and build so he deemed they should come on two hooves with mobile hands.
Their argument had lasted a day and a night as they both wished the best possible start for their children, but neither believed what the other said. When the day finally dawned Jaspus had snorted and pawed the ground before decreeing that they would both have their way. He would make the bucks strong and with clever hands. They would create and invent to make sure that the world would be perfectly designed. They would farm and build fine houses to protect themselves with. Cervinia agreed and said that she would make the does as natural as she could make them. They would remind the bucks that they were creatures of nature by going on four legs and able to rely on the world itself for all their needs. They would balance each other. Both sets would grow wise with their combined knowledge and make the world grow in harmony with itself. And so, every young buck walked upon two legs and every young doe ran on four. Their balance perfectly matched.
"You are thinking again." Lillia licked his muzzle fondly.
"It was a long day." Marcus slid his fingers along the fur of her neck. "Perhaps I am only marveling at the luck I've been given to have you in my home and as my doe. No one could watch me so well as you do."
"A long day?" Lillia stepped back and flicked her ears up at a playful angle. "Has it been a day that's left you weary and worn, my love? Ready to sink down into our bed and sleep away the night? The sun is barely setting."
"Worn enough." Marcus stretched and gave his mate a slow smile. "The fall weather is setting in which means we must harvest the mushrooms and water chestnuts swiftly or risk losing them to the frost. They are ripe and it's the perfect time to harvest them to make sure that they last long enough to see the tables of the nobles."
"They are not the only thing that is ripe." Lillia gave her neck an arch before lifting her long graceful hooves and trotted off the front porch and onto the damp marshy ground. Marcus stared at his mate as she flicked her tail flirtatiously before leaping into the darkness. The wind sent the hot sweet scent of her back to him. It was fall and she was in heat.
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Lillia heard the rough bark of her mate behind her as she leapt into the darkness of the night and stretched out her body in a run. Marcus suited her perfectly, but at times he could grow too lost in his own thoughts and forget what was happening around him. Not tonight, though. Tonight she had other plans in mind. She had felt need stirring in her all through the long day as she worked through the marshes and plucked up the valuable mushrooms they grew. The fall weather was growing cooler and her body quickened with her season. She had kept downwind of her mate all through the work day and breathed in the rich virile scent of him. It wasn't until evening had nearly come upon them that she made her move to lure him out of the home.
Last season, when he had won her, they had traditionally withheld for a year before trying for fawns. They had had their moments together, but had not done so while she was in heat. Many couples no longer observed that period, but Marcus was old fashioned and seemed to relish the quiet house with only the pair of them together in it. Now, there was nothing holding them back from enlarging their families and her body ached with familiar desire. The blood flowed and swelled parts of her until even the brush of her tail was overly sensitive against the softness of her pert lips. She knew without seeing them that they would be gleaming wetly with scent and arousal. Even her teats were perked and flushed with warmth.
She darted behind the house and where the ground was harder rather than thick with water and kept her tail flicked up. Marcus' rumbles followed her as she extended her legs in a short run that easily left him behind her. She was far more fleet and agile then her two legged mate, but Cervinia had given her kind the gifts of the wild. She could always outrun the eager buck, but it was the way of the world. They came together because they were meant to, not because he was larger and might force her. Her tail flickered as she came to a stop in the setting sun and turned to watch the marsh buck running up behind her. His eyes alight with fire and the impressive span of his twelve point rack catching the fading light above his head.
She tilted her head down and shivered her skin as she watched his breath coming in gasps, the chest rose and fell rapidly as he looked at her with undisguised longing in his eyes. He was impressive and all that she could want in a mate. Jaspus, himself, couldn't have had more bold eyes or well cared for body. The fur was a rich russet red that was almost crimson in the sunlight, while he walked with the natural grace of a buck in his territory. His throat rumbled as he let out another bark and gave his head a shake the scythe his antlers from side to side. It was a show meant for her, meant to arouse and enflame her as he proved himself worthy to be her mate. When he paused just beyond her his head raised and he let out a bellowing cry older than time itself. A demand for her as they began the ancient dance of courting deer.
She approached him in answer to his bellow and lowered her head so that her slender neck was curved. His fingers moved to caress along her shoulder and a tremor rolled through her at that gentle touch. He smelled hotly of buck and desire as he stepped forward and her stomach brushed against the lower portion of his chest. His muzzle dropped down and nibbled along the back of her neck before his tongue flicked out and teased just along the fur there. She rubbed her nose against his chest and nibbled gingerly to groom him as his teeth gave a gentle nip right against the back of her neck. It made her tense up and flicked her tail up high behind her.
The thick hoof tipped fingers slipped along her cheeks as her buck pulled his head back and trailed his muzzle back to brush along her cheek. His breath was so hot as it ruffled against her fur and then his lips brushed against her own. She had to tilt her head up to reach him, the angle not precisely perfect, but it was forgotten at the first brush of the tongue along her lips. She drew in the sharp musky scent of his breath while his hands trailed down to slip along her shoulders. The soft tongue plunges in against her own and curled against her tongue tip. Her legs trembled slightly as the touch flared the heat through her body. She almost protested when the lips pulled back.
"Do you know what tonight is?" Marcus shifted to one knee and ran his cheek against her chest. The smooth oak colored antlers rubbed along her chest and side as he caressed her.
"Silve's Eve." She murmured and Lillia lowered her head to trail her tongue right along the edge of his shoulder. "It's a fitting evening for us, my love."
"It is." His teeth scraped against her shoulder in a gentle nip that made her nerves feel electrified.
Silve's Eve, the night that their gods had brought forth the first pair of fawns that populated the earth. In the city they would be throwing a festival for Silve, the first doe who had been born and carried forth all the deer in the world. They would frolic and the fawns would be given treats and stay up to see the dawn. It would be the time for pairs to come together in the heat of the rut and battle for their mates and for pairs already formed to celebrate quietly. The does who came into heat during Silve's Eve often carried twins. It was a good sign.
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Marcus lidded his eyes and drew in a deep full breath. She smelled of sex, she smelled of heat and need, she smelled of the marsh and fall. She smelled of everything that he found arousing and intoxicating. He trembled slightly and drew in a breath before sighing it out again with a muffled groan. He pushed his dark padded nose along her shoulder as his hands caressed her form. There was nothing like a doe, their soft bodies and powerful fore shoulders, the warmth of her underbelly and the soft pink of the teats between her legs.
The buck dipped his head and licked and nestled up along her underbelly adoringly. Once it would have brought comfort and peace to find his nose rubbing up beneath the curve of a white belly. He would have thought of milk and safety, but here he thought only of the stirring inside of him. Does wore no clothing, though they often wore decorations in the form of necklaces or soft bags they could carry over their shoulders. Their nudity was accepted, so it was scent that made it erotic for a buck to be around one.
He rubbed his antlers along her sides as he dipped his nose and slid it beneath her belly and between her haunches. He found the furless tight teats with a flutter of her tongue tip. He massaged gently around them and felt the buds tightening under his touch. Lillia had never borne fawns, so they were still small and tight as a yearlings. He teased them with his teeth until he heard her crying out above him. The doe didn't remain relaxed and complacent, she dropped her head down and he felt her nose teasing the edge of his tunic.
The buck rumbled in amusement and moved his hand back to slide out of his clothing. He sometimes envied the does and the bodies designed for the daily weather, while he retreated to clothing. He dragged it off and felt it slipping down his hips before falling to the dirt. The hot tongue of his doe flicked down to slip between his legs. He let out a low groan while clamping his lips right around the teat and gave it a pulling suckle. His teeth pulled with a slow scrape as his mate worked her tongue up to coil around the heavy ovids of his balls. Already his furred sheath had started to stir and the long boned cock slipped outwards spreading his musk.
He teased the nipples for only a moment more, so close to that hot heady heat scent that he was left panting and curling his upper lip back. It was that hot fertile scent that let him know that it wouldn't simply be a lazy exercise in pleasure for them both. Her womb was ripe for him and would carry his fawn or fawns through the winter months and into the spring. More of his glistening dark red shaft slipped free of his sheath as he let out a muted rumble and lowered his head. His mate's tongue lavished a hot lick around one of the heavy orbs and he bucked forward before rubbing his muzzle up along her flank.
He stood up and ran his digits right beneath her tail until he felt the estrus swollen folds and wetness clinging against his finger tips. The doe bleated out a pleasured sound and pushed backwards so that he could caress her in slow circling strokes. His girth stood up in a hard line against his stomach as watery precum started to dribble down around the edges. The bone that ran the length of his shaft kept it firm and hard as he kneaded right between the haunches and tickled right along the swollen mound of her clit.
His ears flicked up and he let out a hot snort before rumbling. He was filled with primal emotions that would have fit him better if he had run on four legs. No matter what his outside, within he matched his mate and knew emotions far deeper than some of the more civilized folks. His tail curled up behind his back as he swiveled around and slipped his hand away from her haunches. His fingers caught her hip and squeezed it tightly before pulling her backwards. He leaned forward to brush his chest over the arch of her back before nipping right against the back of her neck.
The night had come, he could only see the outline of her beneath him and his chest pressed firmly against the line of her spine. He slipped his hands down until they brushed against the slippery hardened nubs of her teats and gave them a pull. His hardened cock pressed right against her haunch so that his sheath was teasing against the slippery swollen folds. He gripped her scruff and let out a hot snort as he stepped back and felt Lillia tense as his cock dropped down to trail between her legs. The watery precum splattered outwards to coat along the outer lips. The heat came in waves against his flesh as he panted softly and flattened his ears down firmly against his head.
His back arched in a short spasm as he lunged forward. The boned cervine cock forced the walls open to wrap around him as he felt his mate bracing herself. Her hind legs spread open wide and crouched down so that his cock tip hit the mark and pushed inside of her. At the first inch he cried out, the blood swollen walls strained and clamped down tightly around him. He had to fight to continue shoving himself forward while his legs trembled. The walls straining open about him while he sent out a hot eruption of precum into the passage helping to lubricate it. The cries of his mate music to his ears.
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Lillia shifted her fore legs forward and braced them as she crouched her hips down beneath her mate. The feel of his tip pushing up against her outer folds made her bleat out, but it was the slam of the hips that coaxed a true cry from her throat. They had mated before and often, but never in her heat. The walls were so sensitive as they stretched open around him and clutched hungrily as he started to force and push forward harder and harder. Each inch that slipped into her made her shudder and buck back against him.
Wetness was forced out around the thickened girth and she could feel it matting down the fur along her inner thighs. Marcus gave a final thrust forward and the sheath suddenly pushed up against her outer lips. The heavy weight of the swollen orbs clapped up against her teats as he gave a grind of his hips. Her haunches were pushed upwards a little bit before he drew backwards and her walls quivered eagerly about him. His breath was so hot against the back of her neck and she lowered her head as her forelegs dug in against the ground a bit more firmly. Her entire body felt as if it were afire and from the trembling of Marcus' body he felt the same way.
The darkness had surrounded them, the night air thick with mingled scents that were heavy and heady as they filled her muzzle. Her tail was pinned against the line of her spine by her mate's lower belly and the hips clapped up firmly against her own again. The sheath pushed against her plump outer lips and she could feel the stiff guard hairs teasing her and caressing against the nub of her clit. She bucked her hips up in a short hard movement to help him hilt inside of her. The very tip of the cock pushed up against the heat of her cervix and the pressure made her fold her ears down flat against her head and cry out roughly.
Marcus moved his hands down to caress along her belly and teats. The gentle touch made the heat spread deeper within her. The short bleats and rumbles vibrated along his chest and she could feel them on her spine. She lowered her head and splayed her ears as her breathing came out in short hard gasps. Her buck's hips hammered against her firmly, each thrust forward forced the cock tip up against her cervix before it dragged backwards again only to repeat the motion. It wedged and nudged against the barrier to her fertile womb until she was bleating out in sharp feral noises of pleasure.
Each time the tapered cock tip hit up against her cervix she could feel the dilated opening spreading a bit more to wrap around it. It sent out electric tremors of pleasure that were constantly building inside of her. The flesh tugged and pulled lightly along her passage and teased the swollen nerves. The thrusts started to build up in shorter harder strokes as if Marcus was intent on pushing past that barrier of her cervix. His balls clapped up along her inner haunches time and again as she clamped down tightly. Her harsh breath came out in bleats before lifting her head up to lick right along her buck's neck. Her eyes lost in the moment of pleasure shared between them.
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Marcus let out a baritone rumble as his hips moved in a blur against his mate's haunches. The heat of the walls clung around him while the muscles clenched and rippled around him. Each pull back made his mate try to pull him back in or stop him from pulling out. It made the thrusts forward harder as he fought past the clamped muscles to bury himself in her heat. All the way up until his tip bottomed out inside of her and his sheath meshed with her soft plush folds. Nothing had been so hot, so tight, so eager around him and it made him lose control. Instincts that lay buried beneath the veneer of civilization boiled out of control beneath the darkness of the night.
He flexed his teeth against the scruff of his doe's neck and breathed in the sweetness of her. He could hear her cries as he built up speed and drove his tip in short hard bursts. Hard, thrust hard and deep, as deep as he could. His mind was alive with the thoughts of what he needed to do, driven on by the heat of her need. His hips hammered against her in short hard strokes so that his orbs hit against her teats time and again. The world seemed to fade into the background as he moved his hands up to wrap around her forebody and over her chest. One of his hands slipped up to wrap over her chest and pulled her back firmly.
The last few thrusts built up with a speed that turned into a blur as he drove his cock harder up against the passage of the cervix. The walls started to spread open around his tip, so incredibly tight that he was unable to think. His fingers flexed down against his mate before releasing the grip of his neck and leaned his head back. He tensed his haunches up and put all of the power he could into a final short thrust. His balls clapped up hard against her as he bellowed out his claim and triumph. The tip of his cock barely slipped into that passage that led it's way to her fertile womb before his balls drew up tight.
The first hot spray of thick cum erupted out of his tip and his balls twitched as the pressured spray flowed into the passage of her womb. Thick with his fertile seed he shuddered to a halt above his mate as his cock pulsed and jerked up and down within her clutching grasp. He could feel the walls rippling and milking him from base to tip to coax out each new pulse from him. Her head turned so that her muzzle pressed right against his shoulder as they relaxed beneath the moonlight. His chest rising and fall against the length of her spine while he recovered.
The silvery moon rose up above them as they recovered and remained with Marcus embracing his doe. Deep within Lillia her body was quickened. The million of sperm pushed into her womb and locked within by the tip still pressed deep inside of her searched out what she offered. The start of the chilled fall air caressed them as they relaxed and blessed their gods for giving them such a lovely Silve's Eve together. And hopefully a fruitful one as well.
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Months Later
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The spring air was broken with a bleating cry from the trembling doe curled on the gathered softness that her mate had created for her. The make shift nest was protected in their home while Lillia's swollen sides rose and fell with each breath. Her body heavy with pregnancy and ripples of contracts shifted along her side. Her legs were curled beneath her as she pushed and cried out again as another spasm rocked through her. It was all her mate could do to watch and fold his ears back anxiously from beside her.
The does normally fawned easily, especially if they were birthing males with their smaller bodies. His beautiful mate stretched her neck out and flared her nostrils with the next contraction and he was left watching her tensing stomach. Her teats stood out heavy and swollen with milk, so pink they were nearly red when she shifted to her side and tried again. Such small distracting things to watch while he tried not to give into the urge to pace or curse himself for not finding one of the healers from Hephestus to come and help care for her.
It was nearly full dark when the doe finally tensed and cried out with the birth pangs. Their home filled with sound as two damp forms passed into the world and onto the soft hay and covers that had been laid out for them. One a pale color, nearly silver, with two legs and unfocused bleary eyes and a little four legged form that was so dark a brown as to be nearly black. Marcus looked on his family with a flush of pride as they refocused their attention and stared blearily around the home they'd been born in.
Lillia turned her head to lick them clean, her body relaxed and weary as she nuzzled in against them. Each fawn already trying their legs, though the little four legger would be the first successful one as a matter of course. It was only while Marcus arched his neck to brandish his velveted antlers that he realized his mate had gone still. Her eyes wide as she stared at her little ones and her muzzle parted open.
"M-Marcus.." Her voice was rasping from her exertions, but the panic made the buck jerk his head up. "I-It's a stag."
Lillia nosed the little four legger onto his side and Marcus gazed down in confusion and fear at the feral buck. His eyes darted to the two legger and looked for what he expected to find, but there was no buckhood there. The little doe stared up at him with unfocused brown eyes. Two legged. Never in all their history had a buck gone on four hooves, nor a doe on two! It was as unheard of as a doe with antlers.
"What are we going to do?" Lillia's voice was barely a whisper as she looked at her mate. Her heart was in her eyes.